Waking Up

At 6:00 o’clock in the morning
My alarm clock sounds the warning
That if I do not rouse my weary eyes
And face the morning’s dreary skies
My day will soon waste away.

At 6:00 o’clock in the morning
The sheets and blankets are so warming
That I’d like to stay and rest my eyes
Instead of facing the still black dawning skies
Where the heat of day is on the rise.

At 6:00 o’clock in the morning
The thoughts of living are so thickly swarming
That I wish I could just go to sleep
And dream of things not quite so deep
Where I run, and laugh and play.

At 6:00 o’clock in the morning
My alarm clock sounds the warning
That it’s time for me to think of time
And all the stanzas of life’s little rhyme
Of which I might be a verse or a reprise.

At 6:00 o’clock in the morning…